Chris paid some attention to the inner workings of the Minisia Restoration Army, but he did not take them entirely to heart.
As the ruler of a nation, Chris's most important duty was to handle affairs of state, not stoop to watching a bunch of rebels and their laughable schemes.
There was no need. Everyone had their specialty, and matters like this could be left to professionals. That was what the Inquisition and Intelligence Bureau were for. If Chris had to handle every little thing himself, he would work himself to death.
Thus, after reaching Treasure Island City and settling into the temporary royal residence converted from Minisia's former Royal Palace, Chris put the matter aside and turned to the mountain of government business.
As newly incorporated territory, Treasure Island had everything to rebuild, and countless documents required his approval.
From the implementation details of the new tax laws to plans for expanding the harbor, from placating the old Minisian nobility to introducing Bagnia's administrative system, every matter concerned this land's stability and development.
As for those few players among the rebels...
Well, some things were beyond stopping. They could do whatever they liked. The Kingdom of Bagnia now had over fifty thousand players. With that many people, how could there not be a few weirdos? Did they think this was a single-player game?
Chris had already flagged these players in the system and barred them from approaching him. If they came close, an alarm would sound. If they could still kill him under those circumstances, he would accept it.
Since he enjoyed the benefits players brought, he naturally had to bear their drawbacks as well.
Besides, the other players could not tolerate this sort of thing either. He had heard that some had voluntarily begun searching for them, intending